I am getting used to the food allergies. The relief I feel physically far out weighs any desire to eat the offending foods. The only problem lies in the derivatives of milk which is SO pervasive. It is in so much. Foods I would not have expected to contain any trace of milk or milk product do indeed.
I am enjoying my garden this year. I am looking forward to peas, beans, potatos, zucchini, tomatoes, several kinds of lettuce (some of which will be ready very soon, raspberries and dandelion. I am so pleased that this land has been organic for some forty years.
I am not too pleased with myself for having planted bamboo. At the time I really didn't know it was invasive and I actually thought it would die the first winter. It did not. It thrives. It is pushing out my lillies of the valley. So, I pull and dig and pull and cut. I hope to, at least, give the lillies of the valley a fighting chance. They've been there for a hundred years.
The garden has tied in nicely with my work with water. Chop wood, carry water. I am not useing a hosepipe to water. I am using a watering can. It's an effort at respect and honoring water and not wasting it. It helps that this is not a desert and we get enough rain.
My painting is very rewarding too, if not for my talent then for the sheer peace it brings.
Off to forage for food. In the kitchen.
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I stumbled on your blog just now when searching for the quote
"Ring the bell that still will ring..."
You asked then who wrote it and no one answered. I believe it's a Leonard Cohen quote.
Now I'm off to peruse your blog cuz it looks interesting.
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